end of the earth

After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,

And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security.

And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,

And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,

And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

After a while you learn…
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.

So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

And you learn that you really can endure…

That you really are strong

And you really do have worth…

And you learn and learn…

With every good-bye you learn.
― Jorge Luis Borges

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anarchist militia women. spanish revolution.

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10 Haunting Vintage Mugshots From The Early 1900’s

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$She swirled the straw in her hand, the ice cubes clinked against the glass as the heavy fluid formed a momentary storm. She loved its bitterness, it reminded her of her grandmother, it reminded her of London at night, it reminded her of him. Her lips pursed slightly as she lifted the glass to her mouth and took a long, drawn sip. She left the wet on her tongue for a second absorbed in its sharp, bold character, its heady mix of exotic tastes. Liquid history. She threw the glass hard against the old mirror hanging over the fireplace that had been there when she moved in. As it fractured and danced across the floor towards her she walked towards the largest piece, a glimmering lightning shard fallen from the mirror itself. Picking it up lightly, so as not to cut her hands, she sat for a moment on the tattered, green leather armchair and eased it into her stomach. A sharp pain followed by a warm, wet nothing. It made her crease up and in doing so she rolled on to the floor, lying on her back, arms spread. She smelt blood in her mouth, pushing out the soft aroma that had doused its caverns before. She rolled her head, relaxing her cheek against the floor, watching as the satin red tide oozed out of her, mixing with the crystal gin and tonic that had leapt out of the glass as it had smashed. She smiled.$

She swirled the straw in her hand, the ice cubes clinked against the glass as the heavy fluid formed a momentary storm. She loved its bitterness, it reminded her of her grandmother, it reminded her of London at night, it reminded her of him. Her lips pursed slightly as she lifted the glass to her mouth and took a long, drawn sip. She left the wet on her tongue for a second absorbed in its sharp, bold character, its heady mix of exotic tastes. Liquid history.

She threw the glass hard against the old mirror hanging over the fireplace that had been there when she moved in. As it fractured and danced across the floor towards her she walked towards the largest piece, a glimmering lightning shard fallen from the mirror itself. Picking it up lightly, so as not to cut her hands, she sat for a moment on the tattered, green leather armchair and eased it into her stomach. A sharp pain followed by a warm, wet nothing.

It made her crease up and in doing so she rolled on to the floor, lying on her back, arms spread. She smelt blood in her mouth, pushing out the soft aroma that had doused its caverns before. She rolled her head, relaxing her cheek against the floor, watching as the satin red tide oozed out of her, mixing with the crystal gin and tonic that had leapt out of the glass as it had smashed. She smiled.

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Concerning the Violent Peace-Police
An Open Letter to Chris Hedges by David Graeber

Congratulations Chris Hedges, the most ill-informed rubbish article I have read in a long time. Ever considered a position with Fox News?
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Bertrand Russell at Nuclear Disarmament Campaign, Trafalgar Square on September 20, 1959

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